One day, a little boy named Little Keithy was walking home. He was a Good Little Boy, and never did anything naughty at all.
Then, one cold, dreary, summer day, he decided to take a shortcut home. Upon doing so, the 12-year-old Keithy (who looked suspiciously like a 7-year-old) met a 16-year-old boy named Little Rogie. Rogie only looked about nine, because he was so short.
" 'Ello there, Little Keithy," Little Rogie sneered.
" 'Ow'd you know my name, Little Rogie?" Little Keithy asked.
"The same way you knew mine. Anyway, you want some of this booze I've got 'ere? It's good stuff."
"No, I don't drink," Little Keithy responded. "That stuff is bad for your liver. It kills people!"
"Aw, that's alcohol," retorted Little Rogie. "The stuff I've got 'ere is booze. Much different than alcohol," he lied.
Now, Little Keithy wasn't stupid, he was just very gullible.
"Oh, okay then!" he happily yelped. "So, 'ow old're you?" he asked Little Rogie.
"Why, I'm all of 16! And 'ow old are you?" he asked Little Keithy.
"Can't you tell 'm 12?"
"Well, no matter, we both look younger than we are! 'Ere, take a few of these things. Aren't they pretty, now? These will make us look older, like the ages we really are," Little Rogie taunted.
"Older? Really? Great!" Little Keithy exclaimed, and popped a few.
A few months later, Little Keithy was no longer "little". And he was no longer "Keithy". He was jus' plain Keith. "Little Rogie" was a Roger. They had met another boy a year younger than Roger named Little Petey, gotten him hooked, and turned him into a "Pete".
Roger read a book about what pills, booze, and other drugs did to you, and he soon stopped. He wasn't as heavily addicted as Keith or Pete, anyway. He now went around the playground, preaching about the dangers of drugs, after he had previously been praising them.
And that is how Little Keithy became a druggie, along with Little Petey.
And it is also how Little Rogie became a git.
